Saturday, September 29, 2007

breaking news:

Thursday I completely my last day as an employee of Westside Church. It was a year and 12 days of fun & turmoil & silliness & learning & bliss. I'd like to take a moment to say a few good-byes:

Riso, although infuriatingly stubborn at times, your multi-speed setting was both entertaining & exciting. Please extend your love for me to the next printer of hot-sheets, Whitney.
Guillotine, how I enjoyed your karate-chop action & the paper pom-poms left in the wake of your hi-yah-ing! Continue to chop, but no de-capitating please.
Paper Folder, you caused much dancing & tears. The bane of my hot-sheet production experience, as well as the rhythm to many spontaneous dance-offs with myself. Never cease creating the beat of Tony's afternoon frolicking.
Black Hole, you aren't nearly as dreary & claustrophobic as when I first visited you, but you are certainly still attic-esque. Stop harboring gross bugs! But continue harboring paper reproduction & decapitation.
In other news, Fall is here! Yesterday the high in Bend was 55 degrees Farenheit. Mmmm...It even rained yesterday, which is purely unheard of! (and delightful:)
Some trees have become crimson again, making me feel very blissful indeed.

This is taken from inside my car...hence the artistic blurriness caused by the raindrops on my windshield.
Americano, rain, red leaves, Friday & September=glory.
And breaking news, for all of those who have traveled the four month journey with me of job uncertainty & searching, I am more than excited to inform you that I will be starting full-time as production assistant for emote 360 here in Bend as soon as I return from my 2 1/2 week trip to Singapore mid to late October.
I know many are asking, "What is emote 360? What does emote mean? Please explain!" And to those people I say, I will explain more fully when I return from Singapore & have begun working there, therefore having a better picture of what that means (& am able to put it concisely).

Thursday, September 27, 2007

art for india & omar

This past Sunday I had the joy of re-immersing myself into the thriving art culture that I have been missing since moving from Portland. Art for India at the Silver Moon Brewery which featured live music (the group playing in the following shot was playing a song dedicated to Ganesh, the elephant god in India), a long canvas painted by several artists (people picked up a mat & chose their own picture out of the canvas), a silent auction, & lots of very fun people.

I went with a few friends (woohoo to Mekenzie, Tara & Phil) to support our artist chum, Joe, & musician pal, Chris (although we missed Chris's set...sad!).

The $15 cover charge included 2 tickets for free drinks. Towards the end of the evening, as I was sharing a little table with Mekenzie, a jolly middle-aged, bearded fellow walked up to the table and slid a drink ticket across the table to me, explaining with a wink, "I found this on the floor & thought you might like it." I felt like I was in a movie: "The guy at the bar sends you this bottle of champagne." And the guy winks across the room, I swoon...okay, so this situation was slightly different, but still flattering & hysterically funny.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

princess sarah

Starting this past Thursday night, Sarah arrived on the tailcoats of an isolated T-storm and proceeded to spend 43.5 uninterrupted hours with me. We reminisced of our college days & European foibles, shopped, ate crepes, talked & laughed until food flew from our mouths.
For those who don't know her (I am sad for you), she lived next door to me in our Freshman dorm, traveled through Italy & Switzerland with me & took a road trip to Disneyland with me right after graduation.

From Sarah's cell phone (taken at Bellatazza):

From my camera, seconds later:

"If you're a bird...

...I'm a bird."

Two minutes in heaven...

Friday, September 14, 2007

five year anniversary

Yesterday evening while writing a check, I wrote down the date and was reminded that it was the anniversary of a special event in my life: my first hand-holding with a boy moment. I was so inspired that I began an impromptu poem on the back of my check duplicate. Finished it this afternoon while hanging out with the glorious Sarah at Barnes N' Noble (post to follow later this weekend).

Five Year Anniversary
by Joann Renee

It was cold.
The only reason
I accepted
the smelly blanket.

The Shining
TV screen illuminated
by street lamps
ignored the chill.

"Are you okay?"
tickled my right
ear as your breath
adjusted my loose hair.

Creeping, like the boy
on his scooter,
your fingers found mine.
Warmth replaced

giggles, and slowly
intertwined appendages
changed forever
Freaky Friday.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

black jack

Last Friday night was a girls only black jack party at the recently-wed Kristin's house. I lost. But it's okay, 'cause I didn't bet any money. Timmy & Danny: you didn't teach me well. I think it's because, Timmy, you didn't care, and, Danny, you always stacked the deck.

Friday, September 07, 2007

An Ode on Haughty Men

This is probably one of my least polished poems...I think that the more bizarre the experience, the harder it is to fit adequately to words. I don't even know if this was a valiant attempt. It was more of a geyser of words & thoughts carelessly ordered on paper. As a side note, the silly site won't let me format it the way I have it typed on my computer so it doesn't look as cool as I had intended. Well, without futher ado, here it is: a poem based on actual events that occured last week at a Christian concert in Portland.

An Ode on Haughty Men
by Joann Renee

There you stand.
Rugged good looks
making your smile
lofty & disturbing.

You pick your target.
Tall, athletic, blonde
with an infectious laugh
and quick temper.

A brilliant choice.

She seems to be accompanied
by two other females.
One with wavy auburn hair
and that same easy smile.
The other—
well, she’s wearing a sweatshirt
with owls on it. Bizarre.

You work your way into their trio,
Focusing 85% of your charm
on the blonde beauty
and 15% on the wavy-haired temptress.

You are aware that owl-girl
is impertinently staring at you,
demanding a glance, if not
an introduction.
But you stand firm!
her owls do not deserve
the slightest attention.

Owl-girl is amused,
though her eyes brim
with incredulity.
The male specimen so clearly flirting with her
friend has made several colossal mistakes
if he wishes her to be at all awed by him:

He’s patted her shoulder.
After asking for her myspace,
he then casually mentions
his girlfriend.
In under 5 minutes he’s managed
to insinuate his school is better than hers
at least a half a dozen times.
This arrogant 20-something is trying
to impress her by completely ignoring
one of her closest friends.
Seriously? Did you just hug me?

Mr. Haughty struts away:
“Mission accomplished!”
Miss Blonde Beauty clenches her fists
and growls most ferociously.
Wavy Temptress smiles sweetly
and shrugs her shoulders.
Owl-girl doubles over in laughter,
pointing out that of the two topics
he brought up (besides insulting
their alma mater): Mutemath
and the Emerging Church,
she alone of the three had any interest.

It was a match made in heaven—
If only she was 3 inches taller,
20 pounds lighter, fuller hair,
and had opted for her black sweater
instead of the wise owls who hold
the secret to life’s deepest mysteries—
like how many licks it takes to reach
the desired tootsie in the center of the pop
and why bleachers always attract
haughty men.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007


My sister, Beth, & I had too much fun with this feature on Paint Shop Pro called "kaleidoscope" while Jack was napping. Make sure to click on the pictures to enlarge them so you can see the detail in the middle on the 2nd & 3rd ones. Try and guess who the people in the first two pictures are...for a bonus, name where they were taken:

These next few are more for the enjoyment of my relatives...

Sunday, September 02, 2007

strickland wedding

Brushing teeth in a wedding dress is a complicated task.
Some pictures from Karlee & Josh's shoot.

Hannah & Sam were highly intrigued in the rose petals beneath their feet.
The wedding singers, Casey & Lindsay.
The reception hall.

Yes. Cake smearing is about to commence...

Karlee & Josh Strickland's first dance.